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The scent of cinnamon and melting butter always hung thick over the counter at Sugar & Spice. "I still say Arthur switched the prize ribbons before the judges even arrived." "At his age? The man can barely find his reading glasses, let alone orchestrate a blueberry-muffin conspiracy." "Desperation makes fools of us all, especially during the annual county fair." "You only think that because your scones took second place to his atrocious soda bread." "My scones were flaky perfection, and you know it." "They could double as doorstops, dear." "Oh, hush and pour me another chamomile." "Only if you promise to stop plotting revenge against an octogenarian before the morning rush." "No promises. Hand me the sugar tongs."